Luyện nghe bài hát SW4

Nah, we the same, hmm
You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no
never be famous, I go everywhere with my banger
You'll tell to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, I'm just of my

If she love me like she say she love me we gon' be
I still call and check up on her just to see if she
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I to treat her right
She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave

I'm living fast, two on the dash
I'm really getting to a bag, niggas livin' in the past
Let's facts, I'm the one with them racks
I'm the one that'll up on you all by myself with that MAC
I'm the one niggas pull up on and I 'em pull around the back
Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac
I'm probably gon' tax
If you know I got it on me, showing out for the police, I you a rat
Just took a loss, I think about eighty
All I can think 'bout is it back
If this just keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be alright
I done ran a check up on 'em but I still will on sight
on me when I'm wrong but yeah they still gon' read my writes

I'm the one with the thirty rounds on the gauge
singing, let it serenade
I got but a hand grenade
I was gon' blow, I was like fourteen makin' pipe bombs
Now I got a little more sense but I'll still shoot like a
Wrong place at the wrong time, but you niggas fuckin' the right one
They call Craig Petties notorious, but where I'm he's an icon
broke ain't never no fun
Back when they ain't a GoFundMe
I was moteling with a snow
Paying all our with my dope money
Truth is, I been broke before, broke and poor, I ain't gon' front
I brought steak for dinner but all my daughter want is cinnamon crunch
I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I stack the paper like a bunch
I say life is sorta a toilet seat, you come pulling shit, I'm gon' dump
Hope you got life insurance, big
Poppin' shit like the guy
'til they pop your ass and your mama afford to bury you without a fish fry
No rest, I can never up, something like a ziptie
Got incendiaries in that thirty round, hop out on you and spit fire

That's overkill, I'm in over-grind like it's overtime, I don't get
You a ho for real, and a pussy, that's why you always be dick
We might've fell out but I never sides
And I never let shit
Fuck your mama while the kid nap
Doin' out the bitch ride
Selling mid out a rental Enterprise
They ain't have nothing bigger a midsize
That's the between hitters and sendouts
tell me lil nigga, I been about it
Seventy-five drum with me now
Ten pounds in the
I just opened one and the shit
I sold three for like ten thousand
Me and bro gon' break these six down
Yeah we gon' be
I just need a light, step brothers for

If she love me like she say she me we gon' be alright
I still call and up on her just to see if she alright
Never home, I'm wrong, I know I need to treat her right
She picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight